A/N: Quick note, and reason for writing this. This is an AU(Alternate Universe) story; purely out of my mind. I wrote this on a wierd urge, and It is very, very interesting. PG-13 for a reason now people!

Warning: Very depressed, insane person who is distrurbed POV. For lack of a better word, self toture.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem: Rekka no Ken; or much else for that matter......

And you can't fight the tears that aren't coming-Or the moment of truth in your lies-When everything feels like the movies-Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive. Goo Goo DollsIris

They stopped pestering, and started whispering. They thought I couldn't hear them, but I could. I smiled, and walked by, oblivious to their words: Stupid, clumsy, air headed, weak, ditzy Lord Smelly/Jelly/wood/dork, smiling cheerfully, and over passionate about his quest. Stupid naive Lordling he is. He's fallen for Lady Lyndis already, and Ninian as well. The tactician and he are great 'friends'. A stupid little worthless wretch who can't stand on his own two feet, much less walk on them without almost killing himself he is. Forget fighting. Never stand near him when he's fighting, he'll miss the enemy and hit you from ten feet away. Over sentimental fool! Laugh at him behind your back, he won't see, he won't care. He's too stupid to know. Naive little Lord he is.
Ha! I smiled, my mask that everyone saw. Hector smiled back. He didn't see what was underneath. He whispered as well. I heard him. I heard tinkling laughter in my ears from Lady Lyndis. She laughed, smothered under her hand, her Sacean heritage holding her back from full scorning laughter. Lord Eliwood won't hear you, laugh all you want, he's too wrapped up in his righteous doings to listen to us. My heart wrenched, and my smile grew wider. Oblivious smile and laughter washed away their suspicions. Clumsy actions made them laugh. 'Accidents' with weapons made them, smile behind their hands. Chuckles, shrill laughs, half-smothered screams of laughter, all followed me. Haunting my every step. There was one escape for a while. Sleep.
That wasn't escape either, I dreamed.
The battlefield I was left to my antics, and I laughed with them at my 'mistakes'. I tripped, I missed, it took an easily dodged hit. I laughed. I laughed! Everyone laughed. I found not a solemn face. They gave up asking after my health, and I stopped caring. Clenched in my hand, white knuckled, was another escape.
Laughter.
It rang in my ears. Chasing, scorning. Laughter. I laughed as well. My mask slipped on my face, and I laughed. We all laughed for the same reason. Me. I doubled over laughing, and blood trickled down my cheek. I sat up, and, still laughing, drew my fingers across the shallow cut. Face wounds bleed readily. The blood coated the tips of my fingers gleamed. Shadows danced across the tent wall, and laughter rang out again. I heard my name, and was glad I was far away from them. I drew the shoulder of my shirt off. I held up the glittering escape in my hand, and pressed the cold bite into my arm.
Crimson like my hair rolled down. It trickled first, then, as the bite went deeper, it flowed. Bone stopped me, and I pulled it out.
Pain. Escape. Satisfaction. Release.
My bottle up emotions flared up, and I drew more blood from my arm. Slick red blood ran freely. Laughter rang distantly, and I drew more blood. I bit my lip, and my feelings were not fully expressed. I grabbed a rag, and tied my arm up. No one would notice. I slipped off into the night. My bloody, cold relief gripped in my bloody hand. My only escape from everything. I smiled, and laughed with the others. With a flip, and a splatter of blood it was gone. I pushed into a tent, and sat down on the makeshift bed. I pulled the shoulder of my blood stain shirt down, and found blood still running. A harsh growl I scrubbed the cuts viciously, causing more pain, more blood. I tied it off again, and changed into some clean clothes. The tent flap pushed open again, and Hector walked in.
"Turning in early Eliwood?" He asked. Laughter still lingered in his voice, and I smiled back with a bright smile that spread to all my features.
"Yep." Underneath boiled a brewing storm, and blood still leaked warmly down my arm. Hector, oh my dear friend of all friends, chuckled, and I giggled back.

A/N: Ta da! I turned Eliwood into a psychotic freak. Just so you know not everyone is laughing at him. He's gone a little loopy, and is taking things to an extreme. I'm not planning on writing any more, but I might change my mind. R&R please! Flames will be used to light candles.